http://www.spinner.com/2013/04/23/amanda-palmer-poem-dzhokhar/
bad art gets made every day. the only difference is she's famous.
Show Less"MUSIC Sometimes — it varies — I listen to music while I’m working. I have a machine that allows me to make loops of things. They come from anything. It can be four notes from classical or rock. It’s rarely more than da da da da da. I’ve used it in the theater too, with a counterrhythm."
Show Less"A Poem"
a song to keep us warm
a bong to hit the floor
and cracks
crumbs
leeks on toast
blankets on the floor
and more crumbs
here's a sound.
(silence)
wait 30 seconds
if you don't wait,
hesitate....
the answers will come
Show Lessif you haven't seen this guy's work, there's still time
his new piece - "Old-Fashioned Prostitutes (A True Romance)" - opens april 30 at the Public
i doubt the Public will have $20 tickets though...
Show Lessi remember the belly.
i wanted to get out just as much.
but i would rip and tear the insides
tangled in jelly rolls
eventually ripped out
i probably would have pissed myself too
if i didn't think i was still alive
sometimes it feels
better
to think you're dead
home is a nice place to be. i suppose.
where you are not. anything. but you are. most purely yourself.
where the brick walls absorb your particles.
its warm in there. i would assume.
Show Lesswhen every day's the same
but the numbers seem to change
i burst
thanking god
i'm dead
this rewritten passage is cold
except saturdays
10:00am-8:00pm
CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE
god help the queen...
Show Lesswork /
sex /
day time /
time // to work
time // at night
night sex /
work to never go home //
Show LessThough likely not the poet's intent, the Google translation has something to it
Show LessCopy/paste the Chinese, the whole text'll pop up. Worth the detective work, sluggers.
Show LessRE: Q, we're all "adults" here. Can't we stand a little odor amongst friends?
Show LessRE: ROMEO / "RIPENING"---
WHAT ABOUT FARTS? OR IF SOMEBODY HAS BAD SMELLS? FORCING PARTICIPANTS TO CONFRONT FLESH AND EFFLUVIA
Show Lessif the bodies had been burning
we would have seen it from far off
-as it were-
-as it was-nt
squids
filling in every line
fulfilling human prophecy.
occullus.
virus.
plastic-trash-bin
firecracker wars
good GOD, man.
we should have set them free!
but we made flesh into paint
and covered the illness
with space
we might have cowered under towering clouds
the templar spoke
their vision cut time and space
the great grey vizier
took note
our small eyes bowed
multiplied and frozen
on fiery black planets
the size
sick geometry
starlit organs
-lost
Show Lesstime she stopped
sitting at her window
quiet at her window
only window
facing other windows
only other windows
all eyes
all sides
high and low
time she stopped
this makes me realize how much unoriginal art i am exposed to everyday.
exposed to?...maybe more like invades my being.
re-defining
art
performance
observation
definition
red
meat
-clause-
claws
Santa